Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1887-09-04
WHAT'S IN A NAME ?
AS DEMONSTRATED By PROHIBITION
KANSAS.
You Can Get Beer by Asking for Barley
Mead-Never Saw Beer, But Kept
ItAll the Same.
lst. Louis Globo-Dcmocratl


OF course everybody knows there
isn't drop Of beer or liquor sofa IN Tue
cyclone State outside of the drugstores ;
NJ any rate everybody knows that s tue
law. People who never think OF wet
ting their lips with lager, or tempting
their appetites with red-eye, get very
thirsty IN going through Kansas. Inc
colored man in charge OF the builetwn
they happen TO be riding IN a bullet
car.shuts and locks the drawer in
which he keeps his gill and half-pint
tasks of fire-water, and puts away his
bottled beer, and stoically returns a
determined "No, sab, 10 every plea
for either the poison or the bIIe-pro-
moter The sable gentleman proving
impervious to bride or hattery tine tou-
rist next tries the stations along the
road.
"Anywhere here where a fellow can
get a drink ?" he asks.
eyes, there's a spring up yonder
about three miles" native responded,
with a grin spreading through the rim
of liquid tobacco that surrounded his
teeth.
"Oh, don't mean water. ] mean
beer-or-or whiskey; | don't care
which"
Don't know what t is. Guess We
hain't got it.
You don't know what beer is? Mer-
ciful Gambrinus
"No, sir never saw it. This is Kan
sas."
After several adventures Of this kind
some tourists more brilliant and daring
than the rest will penetrate the iungles
of the Prohlbitionists and come forth
with a bottle, or maybe half a dozen
bottles. OF beer. He discovers the
omen sesame, and from that hour for
ward there is lager festival on board
the train. Often they buy out the sa-
loonist's entire stock, and when the de
mand is heavy the price huctuates
quicker and farther than does the price
OF wheat in the most exciting days on
Change. Mr.. Reardon's experience is
similar to nearly everybody else's. lt
was short and sweet. Here it IS:
q" We got off at n place called Brook
Vile. he said, "and went into saloon
at the depot. 1t was a goOdlooking
country saloon, but there were not any
black bottles in sight-only bottles OF
ginger ale and bottles of barley mead.
/ asked the barkeeper for glass OF
beer, as / saw others getting it.
So We have no beer, sir, was the
quick answer that came from behind
the bar, but here's some good barley
mead.
Take it, it's beer, somebody sug-
gested, and asked, How much bot
tle?' Twenty-Five cents, the bar
kteUcr replied. ! took two bottles, and
DO YOU know that was as fine Milwlu-
kec beer as Lever tasted anywhere !
Tie folks on the train soon got on to
It. and they cleaned out the Brookyiils
s2ioonist Of all his barley mead lie
heean by asking twenty-five cents
bottle, but in few seconds it went mp
to thirty cents, and then to thirty-iiye
cents. and the last Of it sold ut forty
cents a bottle. ! think the man sold
eight or ten dozen bottles. As s0ave-
Mrs Of the affair, / removed the two
labels from one OF my bottles, and
here they are. The large babel, as you
see, announces that the contents are q
nutritious barley mead for nursing
mothers. inyalids, etc. The smaller
label. which ] took from the other
side OF the bottle, tells what the stun 10
good for and gives the directions for
taking it.
Mr.. S. p. Teasdel, one Of the largest
Mormon merchants here. related ike
experience, which he had recently IN
Kansas. He wanted a glass of beer,
and asked somebody at one Of the sta
tons where the lager might be had.
He received the usual reply-there
wasn't any beer in the whole country.
After awhile, as he still stood on the
platform, native rolled up to him and
asked him if he wanted drink real
bad. He said he did, and the native
pointed the way to an underground 81
Icon. "Ask Tor ginger-ale,' was his
parting injunction. Mr.. Teasdel went
down into cellar and CROPPED his way
to the bar. He asked the citizen be-
hind the counter for ginger ale, and
that gentleman coolly drew him glass
of keg beer. Mr.. Teasdel was thirsty
and drank the glassfu.
LET me have another glass OF that
beer" he said to the barkeeper as
Ierenely as he could.
The barkeeper glanced at him in
open indignation.
I've have no beer, sir he replied.
"Then give me glass Of water,
said Mr.. Teasdel.
And forthwith the barkeeper, with IN
apologize smile, took hold Of his glass
and drew him another beer.